Thinking like this, Liu Ke's anger was about to explode again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Knock knock-" Bei Minglang sat down opposite Du Weiwei, raised his hand, knocked lightly on the table, and motioned for Liu Ke to get up.

Suppressing his anger, Liu Ke finally got up and retreated.

The one who came to the tea shop with Du Weiwei was Zikou, and when Liu Ke retreated, she walked in from the inside, and at a glance, she saw Liu Ke with a very bad complexion.

A sneer secretly sounded in his heart, when these two people lived in the palace before, Zikou was extremely disgusted with this Liu Ke, and at this moment, looking at his appearance, I am afraid that he has been deflated in the tea shop.

Walking behind Du Weiwei, she naturally took over her draped cloak, and Zikou turned around and went to the room again.

Du raised his hand slightly, gently adjusted his skirt, looked at the tea cup in front of Bei Minglang, raised his hand, and his voice fell: "Go to the kettle of tea again." ”

In response, the shopkeeper instantly turned around and stepped into the inner room.

Retracting his gaze, Du Weiwei smiled at Bei Minglang very naturally, but he didn't intend to speak. Supporting his head with one hand, Du Weiwei's demeanor was extremely leisurely.

Bei Minglang's gaze never left Du Weiwei, and he looked at her quietly, and after a long time, he opened his mouth in a low voice: "Pavilion master has nothing to say?" ”

Du Weiwei originally looked leisurely and complacent, but after listening to Bei Minglang's words at this moment, the surprise on his expression was just right, he raised his eyebrows, and looked at Bei Minglang with a smile: "Didn't Young Master Lang come to Tingyuan to find me?" How do you ask that? ”

His breath fell for a moment, Bei Minglang's expression remained the same, and he looked down at his small half of the tea, which was already cold, and the tone of his voice remained unchanged: "Ting Yuan sent out the news that there was a problem with the antidote to the loss of breath." ”

After a moment's pause, Bei Minglang's hand grabbed the teacup and pushed it in the direction of Du Weiwei: "If this news is not spread by the Dark Pavilion, how can Bei Minglang believe it?" ”

Since getting the medicine that has lost his breath, Bei Minglang has rushed back to the North Hell clan non-stop, and his mother-in-law gradually woke up not long after taking the medicine, but what makes people uneasy is that his mother-in-law can't speak.

I also found a lot of ways, but I couldn't find out why.

Therefore, when he heard the news from Ting Yuan, he was anxious, and hurriedly returned here and found Du Weiwei.

Du Weiwei had a shallow smile on his face, but listening to Bei Minglang's words, the smile gradually deepened, and he shook his head a little helplessly.

Bei Minglang's eyes stared at Du Weiwei, and after a long time, he let go of the tea cup that had been pushed in front of Du Weiwei and withdrew his hand.

Du Weiwei's eyes lowered slightly, and the jade flowing cloud hairpin on her bun also shook gently with her shaking of her head, drawing an extremely elegant arc.

"Young Master Lang, what are these words?" Shaking his head, Du Weiwei's eyes lifted sharply and looked at Bei Minglang with a burning look.

"Young Master Lang is here now, do you want to question the Dark Pavilion, or leave the Zun Palace?"

Bei Minglang's face was gloomy, and the dark brown scar was obviously a little hideous under this look, but his gaze was always flat: "Bei Ming is here this time, just asking for peace of mind." ”

"Since Young Master Lang doesn't believe, he shouldn't come."

The smile on the corner of Du Weiwei's mouth was extremely rich, and it immediately fell heavily, and it became fierce.

"The antidote to the dispersion, I know it for the Pavilion Master of the Dark Pavilion, if Young Master Lang wants to know, I will tell Young Master Lang everything."

"But it shouldn't be, Young Master Lang shouldn't doubt the antidote given by my Leaving the Zun Palace."

"It seems that I have nothing to talk about with Young Master Lang."

After that, Du Weiwei got up and was already about to leave.

"Lord Du Ge." Bei Minglang's gaze lowered again, and he looked at the teacup, "The matter of the antidote that has been lost, except for you, the entire Ting Yuan, no one else knows." ”

Du Weiwei had just turned his steps, but suddenly stopped, with his back to Bei Minglang, and did not move.

Bei Minglang's body also stood up slowly, facing Du Weiwei's direction, and there was a hint of heaviness in his hoarse voice: "Bei Ming knows that the news must have been spread by the pavilion master's people." ”

Du Weiwei still turned his back to Bei Minglang, but his eyes were closed heavily.

I actually made a mistake!!

In just one moment, he became a passive party.

The hand in the sleeve was slowly clenched, and he took a deep breath, Du Weiwei did not turn around, but turned his face sideways, looked at Bei Minglang, and the words that came out were obviously much softer: "I, Du Weiwei, guarantee in the name of the Dark Pavilion, there is absolutely no problem with the antidote." ”

Then there was a long silence.

Bei Minglang didn't speak, still looking at Du Weiwei calmly.

Feeling the gaze of the man behind him, Du Weiwei finally turned around and met his eyes.

"Yes, the news is that the Dark Pavilion has dispersed."

Now, he has seen through the problem, Du Weiwei has no intention of hiding it anymore, so he simply said it directly.

Liu Ke stood aside, and kept holding back, and at this moment, when he heard this Du Weiwei admit this, he felt an anger in his heart, and he was about to speak out.

"Young Master Lang cares about his mother, if we don't use this method, how can we let Young Master Lang take the initiative to show up?" Du Weiwei didn't give Liu Ke a chance to open his mouth at all, and quickly said the next sentence.

Bei Minglang's expression became deeper and deeper, and he stood motionless.

Du Weiwei's smile was tinged with a hint of pride, and there was no discomfort: "It's really mine to arrange to spread fake news, and I apologize." ”

"But I also know that without such a method, Young Master Lang would not have appeared so quickly."

"Isn't it?"

When the last three words came out, Du Weiwei's footsteps moved, and he took the initiative to walk to Bei Minglang's side, turning his eyes sideways and looking at the man.

Bei Minglang's gaze slowly turned and drooped, looking at the woman beside him who had a face that captivated the country and the city, and the hoarse words fell: "Reason." ”

Hearing this, Du Weiwei's expression suddenly changed, and the smile on his lips completely dissipated, and he didn't open his mouth for a long time.

Seeing that Du Weiwei didn't speak for a long time, Bei Minglang's body took the initiative to turn around and face Du Weiwei: "The reason for me to come to Tingyuan with fake news." ”

Du Weiwei's thoughts were a little distracted, because of Bei Minglang's words, he suddenly eased up, and the fierceness in his eyes became more and more obvious, and immediately, with a shallow angry voice: "Do you know that in the palace, there are people from your Northern Netherworld clan." ”

In an instant, Bei Minglang's eyes, which had been calm, also fluctuated, condensed the light, looked at Du Weiwei, and did not speak.

The ruthlessness in Du Weiwei's eyes became more and more obvious, and every time he thought of the person who wanted to return the people around him in every possible way, the anger in Du Weiwei's heart surged up uncontrollably.